074 June 2003 - Brighton Hash House Harriers

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The magazine of Brighton Hash House Harriers – Runs #74 June 2003
www.brightonhash.co.uk
All runs are on Mondays meet at 19.30 for 19.40 start
All directions/ timings start from Patcham roundabout A23/A27 junction (unless stated).
Date
#No. On On
Area
Map ref Hares
Tel. No.
23rd June 03
1305 The Greyhound, Keymer 5/20
317 153 George & John Baxter 01273 835758
Directions: A23 to A273, then right at Stone Pound traffic lights. Pub on right about 1.25 miles. Est 10 mins.
LONGEST (HASH) NIGHT SPECIAL! Quick beer for the stamp at the pub then Barbecue afterwards at Pooh Corner,
Hurstpierpoint to mark George’s birthday and send John on his way for a few months.
1306 Laughing Fish, Isfield 6/20
452 173 Alan & Alison Deacon 01273 382526
30th June 03
Directions: Follow A27 east past Lewes. Take left at second roundabout through Cuilfail tunnel. Take right at next roundabout,
branch left for Isfield about 4 miles up. Turn left into village and pub is on right. Est. 20 mins.
Ed & Pete
01273 884283
Directions: Follow A27 east to Lewes. Left at 1st roundabout A277 to traffic lights. Straight on along high street and
left at next junction (Fisher Street). Right and park in Needlemakers car park. Est. 15 mins.
7th July 03
1307 Royal Oak, Lewes 7/20
1308 Jack & Jill, Clayton 8/20
299 143 Pete Beard
01273 887579
14th July 03
Directions: North on A23, stay in left hand lane and filter on to A273. Pub on left after Clayton Hill. Est. 5 mins.
1309 Fireman’s Arms, Five Ash Down 9/20 478 238 Don & Theresa
01273 385637
21st July 03
Directions: Follow A27 east past Lewes. Take left at second roundabout through Cuilfail tunnel. Take right at next roundabout
on to A26.Left at next stay on A26 to Maresfield. Right on A272, 2nd left and pub is on right. Est.30 mins.
1310 Brewers Arms, Lewes 10/10 Halfway! 414 096 Julia, Sasha & Dave
01273 479200
28th July 03
Directions: A27 east to first Lewes roundabout. A277 to traffic lights. Pub on right just past chicane. 15 mins.Parking tricky.
Receding Hareline:
4th August 2003
Joint EGH3 hares Coolbox and Madonna (Diana & Paul)
11th August 2003
Bouncer’s Photo hash from Southover Street, Hangover, Brighton – 3 pubs to choose from!
1st September 2003 Run from PeP followed by bonfire etc. beers at Royal Oak, Wivelsfield
See inside for full details of the Brighton Hash 25th Anniversary summer tour
CHECK OUT THE BRIGHTON HASH website. Suggestions for content and links to Louis Taub please.
What a gig…
Well your scribe has only gone and done it. Once bitten,
twice .. smitten! and now the Angel and the Bouncer are
united as an Angelic Bouncer, nah, a bouncing Angel sounds
far more appealing!
I have to say you really are all very naughty indeed. I
distinctly remember saying in the car park after the hash
at Ardingly that “just because this is my last hash as a
single man does not mean to say you should all go buying me
loads of drinks in the pub”. I even went so far as to add
that “…especially as I’m not driving” a couple of minutes
later. Such disobedience not only got me in trouble with
Wiggy who had to get up at 4 o’clock the next day (& was
already slightly cross with me for giving away his emergency
bottoms to the far too ‘camply’ dressed Venom), but also
Gabs who had to put up with my beery/whisky breath.
We had an amazing day in the finest BH7 tradition of “none
of that public school hoyty toyty organisation cr@p” and
especially appreciated was the hash guard of honour as we
arrived at the church in Chipmonks 2CV, Betty bedecked
with plastic flowers and socks (I think?) filled with garlic.
Hope everyone enjoyed the evening as much as we did even
though our energy levels seemed to last better than
expected and all too soon Gabs was seen wandering off with
a banoffee pie, totally oblivious to the fact that she was
going to have to cycle the downs link in the morning!
Photo hash 11th August – Southover Street,
Hannover, Brighton. So what is a Photo Hash?
What the hell has Bouncer dreamed up now I can hear you
crying. Going back a few years now I ran with Edinburgh TNT
hash and was impressed with this concept which seems ideally
suited to a city centre with loads of well known sites such as
Brighton.
At the start of the hash numbered envelopes are handed
around the pack (with a bias to out of towners and slower
runners). When the first envelope is opened a photo is revealed
and it’s heads together to identify the ‘landmark’ before
charging off to it using whatever route you think most
appropriate i.e. slower runners take a direct route, FRB’s
extend it a little for a longer run. Making sure all the envelopes
are there, the second one may now be opened and so on.
It’s a good idea to ‘buddy up’ so that everybody knows where
they’re off to next as some may not be as familiar as others
with the town, however, there will also be an emergency
envelope with a full list of the ‘checks’ and a map, although
there will be a ‘forfeit’ for whoever decides to open this.
Southover Street offers the ideal location for the current
trail as there are no less than three pubs within 200 yards of
each other – Sir Charles Napier, Dover Castle and the
Greys. Hopefully the photo hash will go well and we will have
time to visit all three which won’t half boost the passports, or
you can choose your favourite and just stay there!
ON ON Bouncer
On the subject of which, we did actually make it to
the champagne stop the following day so if we could,
what the hell happened to everyone else? Only Huge
from BH7 did the actual hash trail and that somewhat
on his own terms (so no change there…), although
barely surprising as the rest of the pack of W&nkers
couldn’t match his local knowledge. Actually I say that
but I’m still not sure how far Moneypenny got on his
late start, & several ran near (Gotlost/Aunty/Wigs).
Mr. & Mrs. Chopper were there for the apres in which
Wiggy received a down-down for judging the W&NK
on his experience of social intercourse with a hasher
known quite rightly as Titanic D!ckhead at our BBQ
last year. Then we had cake and went to the pub….
No report yet on the relay although as usual Phil’s
team will have won due to Phil’s latest scoring system!
Maybe we can get back to the proper route next year.
Maybe we can try to avoid it clashing with a big event.
Maybe we can join in too!
BH7 goes SILVER – 25 years. What a day we had
for the hash big birthday. Nice run, good weather,
great grub, bbq & salad, and a nice sized party of c.50
plus with kids! Huge thanks to Phil Pete Rik Nigel Jo
and everyone else who contributed to what was a
great day in a cool location which we must use again.
25th anniversary summer tour
Hey wow this thing is actually working and we’re already ¼ of
the way towards the free celebration t-shirts. Please check the
pub does food as we’ve ended up with sandwiches a chips a
couple of times now, and at £4 (plus another 20p if Ivan is
involved) value for money has not been highly demonstrated.
So far unused:
Brighton Basketmakers Arms, Bugle, Engineer/Argyle,
Evening Star, Hand-in-Hand, Lord Nelson, Prestonville
Burgess Hill Water Mill
Cooksbridge Pump House
Cuckfield Ship Inn
Firle Ram
Glynde Trevor Arms
Hove Eclipse
Lewes Black Horse, Gardener's Arms, Lewes Arms, White
Star
Newick Crown (nb: still available as we ran from Lindfield)
Portslade Stanley Arms
Rodmell Abergavenny Arms
Rottingdean Black Horse
Seaford Wellington
Shoreham-by-Sea Buckingham Arms, Red Lion
Southwick Schooner
If you wish to run your own passport just ask. I am hoping to
sort out a pub crawl in Lewes if anyone’s interested and there
are also a couple of bus tours on 12th July and 30th August to
outlying pubs – see passports for details.
Secrets to a Happy Marriage
1. It is important to find a woman that cooks and cleans.
2. It is important to find a woman that makes good money.
3. It is important to find a woman that likes to have s*x.
and MOST important....
4. It is important that these three women never meet
Three virgin daughters:
A Mother had 3 virgin daughters. They were all getting married within
a short time period. Because Mum was a bit worried about how their
s*x life would get started, she made them all promise to send a
postcard from the honeymoon with a few words on how marital s*x
felt.
The first girl sent a card from Hawaii two days after the wedding. The
card said nothing but "Nescafe." Mum was puzzled at first, but then
went to the kitchen and got out the Nescafe jar. It said: "Good til the
last drop." Mum blushed, but was pleased for her daughter.
The second girl sent the card from Vermont a week after the wedding,
and the card read: "Benson & Hedges." Mum now knew to go straight to
her husbands' cigarettes, and she read from the Benson & Hedges
pack: "Extra Long King Size," She was again slightly embarrassed but
still happy for her daughter.
The third girl left for her honeymoon in the Caribbean. Mum waited
for a week, nothing. Another week went by and still nothing. Then
after a whole month, a card finally arrived. Written on it with shaky
hand writing were the words "British Airways," Mum took out her
latest Harper's Bazaar magazine, flipped through the pages fearing
the worst, and finally found the ad for BA.
The ad said: "Three times a day, seven days a week, both ways."
Mum fainted ....
Most married couples mainly argue about two things, s*x and money.
So agree the price before you start.
Didn’t Gabrielle look a treat!
Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage as they have wised up to
the fact that for 200 grams of sausage it's not worth buying the
entire pig!
LOVE is when …
your eyes meet across a crowded room.
LUST is when …
your tongues meet across a crowded room.
intercourse is called "making love."
you argue over how many kids to have.
you share everything you own.
it doesn't matter if you don't climax.
you phone each other just to say, "Hi."
you write poems about your partner.
your only concern is for your partners
feelings.
you are proud to be seen in public with
your partner.
your heart flutters every time you meet
all the songs on the radio describe
exactly how you feel.
breaking up is something you try not to
think about.
you're only interested in doing things
with your partner.
a rainy day means more time to stay
inside and talk.
You only leave the house to buy coffee
and doughnuts.
intercourse is called "skrewing."
you argue over who gets the wet spot.
you steal everything they own.
the relationship is over if you don't climax
you phone each other to pick a hotel room.
all you write is your phone number.
your only concern is to find a room with
mirrors all around.
you only see each other naked.
your groin twitches every time you meet.
the song on the radio determines how you
do it.
staying together is something you try not
to think about.
you're only interested in doing things TO
your partner.
a rainy day means more time to stay inside
and have s*x.
You only leave the house to buy condoms
and Vaseline.
MARRIAGE is when …
you try to lose your spouse in a crowded
room.
intercourse is a town in America.
you argue whose idea it was to have kids.
the bank owns everything.
... uh ... what's a climax?
you phone each other to bitch about work.
all you write is checks.
you're only concern is what's on TV.
you never see each other awake.
your wallet empties every time you meet.
you listen to talk radio.
just getting through the day is your only
thought.
you're only interested in your golf score.
a rainy day means it's time to clean the
basement.
You only leave the house when you're
allowed.
Support Your Wife – advice received by Bouncer (from his future self?) for a long and happy life!
It is important for men to remember that as women grow
older it becomes harder for them to maintain the same quality
of housekeeping they did when they were younger. When men
notice this, they should try not to yell. Let me relate how I
handle the situation.
In spite of her complaining, I continue to try to offer
encouragement. I tell her to stretch it out over two or even
three days. That way she won't have to rush so much. I also
remind her that missing lunch completely now and then wouldn't
hurt her any, if you know what I mean.
When I retired four years ago, it became necessary for
Gabrielle to get a full-time job both for extra income and for
health insurance benefits that we need. She was a trained
nurse when we met some years ago and was fortunate to land a
job at the local medical center. It was shortly after she
started working at this job that I noticed that she was
beginning to show her age.
When doing simple jobs she seems to think she needs more
rest periods than she used to have to take. A couple of weeks
ago she said she had to take a break when she was only half
finished mowing the yard. I overlook comments like these
because I realize it's just age talking.
I usually get home from hashing or the pub about the same
time she gets home from work. Although she knows how
hungry I am, she almost always says that she has to rest for
half an hour or so before she starts supper. I try not to yell
at her when this happens. Instead, I tell her to take her time.
I understand that she is not as young as she used to be. I just
tell her to wake me when she finally does get supper on the
table.
She used to wash and dry the dishes as soon as we
finished eating. It is now not unusual for them to
sit on the table for several hours after supper. I
do what I can by reminding her several times each
evening that they aren't cleaning themselves. I
know she appreciates this, as it does seem to help
her get them done before she goes to bed.
In fact, I try to not embarrass her when she needs these little
extra rest breaks. I tell her to fix herself a nice, big, cold
glass of freshly squeezed lemonade and just sit for a while, tell
her that as long as she is making one for herself, she may as
well make one for me and take her break by the hammock so
she can talk with me until I fall asleep.
I could go on and on, but I think you know where I'm coming
from. I know that I probably look like a saint in the way I
support Gabrielle on a daily basis.
Gabrielle always enjoys a walk in the countryside to relax, and we can
collect straw for the bedding plants at the same time!
Our washer and dryer are in the basement. When
she was younger, Gabrielle used to be able to go up
and down the stairs all day and not get tired. Now
that she is older she seems to get tired so much
more quickly. Sometimes she says she just can't
make another trip down those steps. I don't make
a big issue of this. As long as she finishes up the
laundry the next evening I am willing to overlook it.
Not only that, but unless I need something ironed to wear to
the Monday's hash or to Wednesday's or Sunday's lads social
or to Tuesday's or Thursday's office do or something like
that, I will tell her to wait until the next evening to do the
ironing. This gives her a little more time to do some of those
odds and ends things like shampooing the dog, vacuuming, or
dusting.
Also, if I have had a really good day hashing, this allows her to
clean my shoes at a more leisurely pace. Gabrielle is starting
to complain a little occasionally. Not often, mind you, but just
enough for me to notice. For example, she will say that it is
difficult for her to find time to pay the monthly bills during
her lunch hour.
I'm not saying that the ability to show this much consideration
is easy. Many men will find it difficult. Some will find it
impossible.
No one knows better than I do how frustrating women can
become as they get older. My purpose in writing this is simply
to suggest that you make the effort. I realize that achieving
the exemplary level of showing consideration I have attained is
out of reach for the average man. However guys, even if you
just yell at your wife a little less often because of this article,
I will consider that writing it was worthwhile.
Note: This article was found next to the author's body. The
cause of death is still under investigation.
FROM THE ARCHIVES – published in #6 – Jul .93
Bird may have been sacrificed by cult
US President Slick Willie gets his VIH Hash
Card
A BIRD was sacrificed by what police say may have been a
satanic cult off the (Fayatteville) Central Business District Loop
near railroad tracks early Monday, September 24th.
The bird was found lying in the middle of a circle drawn in
powder on the right shoulder of the westbound loop about 7:40
a.m.
The bird’s heart appeared to have been removed, according
to the police.
Two plastic streamers were fastened to rocks, at the top and
bottom of the circle. – Fayetteville Times, N. Carolina 1990
“SLICK WILLIE” ran with Little Rock HHH occasionally.
He was once spotted on American Channel 7 dishing out
presents to kids wearing a hash t-shirt.
Harrier International’s Magic was quick to send him a
complimentary World Hash Handbook (for his personal
use and his G-men joggers) during their forthcoming
travels. Also included were an HI magazine subscription
for in-flight reading aboard Air Force On. And an
individual Hash Card bearing his Hash-name “SLICK
WILLIE” c/o the Washington Waffle House.
Carolina Trash Hashers reply:
TWO DOGS F and Stumpslayer were the hares for the Hash
run on Sunday 23 Sep. We were on a bridge with a long view
down the railroad tracks waiting for all the other runners to
show up. On the bridge we put the normal circle with an X in it
with flour marking a check point for the runners.
While we were killing time Stumpslayer found an old dead bird
and stuck it in the circle. He also had a red and green streamer.
Welll Two Dogs F thought, like boats or aircraft (Right-RedReturn), we would put the ribbons down to mark we went to the
right. We looked at it. Said it did look strange. But left it
anyway.
In Tuesday’s paper we found the above article.
(Silly w@nkers – Ed)
Hi Half Minds,
"HARE OF THE DOG", the definitive book of History, Humour and Hell-raising from the Hash worldwide is now available. It includes
a chapter on UK Hashtory - including interviews with the founders of all the earliest English clubs - plus anecdotes from some w@nkers
you're sure to know. Here's what some people (who were only bribed relatively small amounts!) have to say about it: “It certainly
deserves a place on every Hasher’s bookshelf.” – Gordon ‘Prof’ Williams, UK Hashtorian, Bicester H3. “The best source of Hash
history and trivia ever. We recommend keeping it on the cr@pper and reading it while taking a dump.” – Mr Jackson, Rumson H3,
USA. The most comprehensive collection of Hash traditions and anecdotes yet published. This volume exceeds in many ways any Hash
volume that has gone before it in capturing the 'essence of the Hash' ... it is worth every penny.” - Larry ‘Stray Dog’ McDowell, Editor,
Global Trash. “What a triumph for Hash publishing! A mark of genius.” – Ian Cumming, Singapore H3 founder, NY H3 founder.
Still not convinced??? Gee, tough crowd. Go to http://www.hash-onon.com for sneak previews, Hash links, a list of contributors and
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PS: You won't find this on the book shelf in the UK: only online from http://www.hash-onon.com . (Writer's royalties go to charities in
Goa and the Hash Heritage Foundation in Malaysia.)
WORLD INTERHASH IN UK - July 23rd to 25th 2004.
The 'UK Hash Season' is now well under way, and time to remind you
that the 14th World Interhash will be held in Cardiff on the above
dates. THIS IS A FANTASTIC AND POSSIBLY ONCE IN A
LIFETIME OPPORTUNITY FOR ALL HASHERS IN THE UK
AND THE REST OF EUROPE ...... to attend and experience SUCH
A MASSIVE EVENT with fellow HASHERS OF ALL RACES AND
CULTURES. There may never be another chance for so many of us
to attend an Interhash so cheaply, remembering that we would have
very low travel costs and we can also accommodate ourselves at
Budget prices.
And it doesn't have to stop at just the main event as Buzby from the
UK and Higgins from Belgium are putting together an exciting
package of Pre and Post runs to enable you all to extend your visit
into a Carnival of WORLD Hashing.
The price until the end of this month (May 2003) is £115.... and
remember, it's going up at the rate of £5 every month until the event,
so I invite you to register early ..... OK, what are you waiting for, go
to the official Interhash website at http://www
.h3onon.org/IH2004/ih2004MAIN.htm NOW for more information
and a registration form!!
ON - ON GBH (Chairman, World Interhash Committee 2004)
gbh1@btinternet.com
Dear Bouncer!
We are off to Hungary for three months this Tuesday. I am
sorry I have not been hashing lately, but trying to finish off all
my work prior to going away and packing for the trip has all
but nearly killed me, so I have not had the time or energy to go
running at all. Could you pass my good byes round the hash
please and let them know that I will be thinking of them. I
might even look up a hash in and around Budapest, although
we will be spending most of our time in the village. I have
pasted below my contact details in Hungary for anyone who
wants to get in touch and/or visit. You are all welcome any
time.
All the best!
Julianna
PS: Contact details in Hungary:
Address: 3045 Ber, Kossuth ut 54, Hungary
Landline: 0036 32486156
Mobile: 0036 30 324 8666
E-mail: grant.julianna@drotposta.hu
Lundy Island Hash run number 17 will be on 9th August 2003.
Details and registration at: www.bristolhash.org. uk/lundy
Please advertise this at your hash. Thanks, On On Tablewhine
An American view but maybe we should ask just why our Government supported them?
Is There Anything Left That Matters? by Joan Chittister, OSB
This is what I don't understand: All of a sudden nothing seems to matter.
First, they said they wanted Bin Laden "dead or alive." But they didn't get him. So now they tell us that it doesn't matter.
Our mission is greater than one man.
Then they said they wanted Saddam Hussein, "dead or alive." He's apparently alive but we haven't got him yet, either.
However, President Bush told reporters recently, "It doesn't matter. Our mission is greater than one man."
Finally, they told us that we were invading Iraq to destroy their weapons of mass destruction. Now they say those weapons
probably don't exist. Maybe never existed. Apparently that doesn't matter either.
Except that it does matter.
I know we're not supposed to say that. I know it's called "unpatriotic." But it's also called honesty. And dishonesty matters.
It matters that the infrastructure of a foreign nation that couldn't defend itself against us has been destroyed on the
grounds that it was a military threat to the world. It matters that it was destroyed by us under a new doctrine of "preemptive war" when there was apparently nothing worth pre-empting. It surely matters to the families here whose sons went
to war to make the world safe from weapons of mass destruction and will never come home. It matters to families in the
United States whose life support programs were ended, whose medical insurance ran out, whose food stamps were cut
off, whose day care programs were eliminated so we could spend the money on sending an army to do what did not need
to be done. It matters to the Iraqi girl whose face was burned by a lamp that toppled over as a result of a U.S. bombing
run. It matters to Ali, the Iraqi boy who lost his family - and both his arms - in a U.S. air attack. It matters to the people in
Baghdad whose water supply is now fetid, whose electricity is gone, whose streets are unsafe, whose 158 government
ministries' buildings and all their records have been destroyed, whose cultural heritage and social system has been looted
and whose cities teem with anti-American protests. It matters that the people we say we "liberated" do not feel liberated in
the midst of the lawlessness, destruction and wholesale social suffering that so-called liberation created. It matters to the
United Nations whose integrity was impugned, whose authority was denied, whose inspection teams are even now still
being overlooked in the process of technical evaluation and disarmament. It matters to the reputation of the United States
in the eyes of the world, both now and for decades to come, perhaps. And surely it matters to the integrity of this nation
whether or not its intelligence gathering agencies have any real intelligence or not before we launch a military armada on
its say-so. And it should matter whether or not our government is either incompetent and didn't know what they were doing
or were dishonest and refused to say. The unspoken truth is that either as a people we were misled, or we were lied to,
about the real reason for this war. Either we made a huge - and unforgivable - mistake, an arrogant or ignorant mistake, or
we are swaggering around the world like a blind giant, flailing in all directions while the rest of the world watches in horror
or in ridicule.
If Bill Clinton's definition of "is" matters, surely this matters. If a president's s*x life matters, surely a president's use of
global force against some of the weakest people in the world matters. If a president's word in a court of law about a private
indiscretion matters, surely a president's word to the community of nations and the security of millions of people matters.
And if not, why not? If not, surely there is something as wrong with us as citizens, as thinkers, as Christians as there must
be with some facet of the government. If wars that the public says are wrong yesterday - as over 70% of U.S. citizens did
before the attack on Iraq - suddenly become "right" the minute the first bombs drop, what kind of national morality is that?
Of what are we really capable as a nation if the considered judgment of politicians and people around the world means
nothing to us as a people? What is the depth of the American soul if we can allow destruction to be done in our name and
the name of "liberation" and never even demand an accounting of its costs, both personal and public, when it is over? We
like to take comfort in the notion that people make a distinction between our government and ourselves. We like to say that
the people of the world love Americans, they simply mistrust our government. But excoriating a distant and anonymous
"government" for wreaking rubble on a nation in pretense of good requires very little of either character or intelligence.
What may count most, however, is that we may well be the ones Proverbs warns when it reminds us: "Kings take pleasure
in honest lips; they value the one who speaks the truth." The point is clear: If the people speak and the king doesn't listen,
there is something wrong with the king. If the king acts precipitously and the people say nothing, something is wrong with
the people.
It may be time for us to realize that in a country that prides itself on being democratic, we are our government. And the rest
of the world is figuring that out very quickly.
From where I stand, that matters.
*Public Health Warning - B.A.R.S.
The Hong Kong Government has issued a health warning
regarding a newly discovered disease which is rapidly
spreading throughout the world. The disease is B.A.R.S. (Beer
& Alcohol Requirement Syndrome) and effects people of many
different ages. Believed to have started in Ireland in 1500
BC, the disease seems to effect people who congregate in
Pubs and Taverns. It is yet unknown how the disease is
transmitted but approximately three billion people world-wide
have been affected, with new cases being discovered every
day. Early symptoms of the disease include an uncontrollable
urge at 5:00 p.m. to consume a beer or alcoholic beverage.
This urge is most keenly felt on Fridays.
More advanced symptoms of the disease include singing loudly
off-key, heightened s*xual attraction (even towards hideous
targets),and loud laughter. Sometimes in this stage, deaths
have occurred, usually accompanied by the victim shouting,
"Hey Bob, watch this!"
In the final stages of the disease, victims are often crosseyed and spout sayings like, "Goony Goo Goo", or "I gaga go
home". Vomiting is a frequent symptom at this stage. If you
develop any of these symptoms, it is important that you
quarantine yourself in a bar until last call. Your diligence in
containing the B.A.R.S. outbreak is greatly appreciated.
'TIME-TRAVELER' BUSTED FOR INSIDER TRADING
Wednesday March 19, 2003
By CHAD KULTGEN
NEW YORK -- Federal investigators have arrested an enigmatic Wall Street wiz on insider-trading charges -- and
incredibly, he claims to be a time-traveler from the year 2256!
Sources at the Security and Exchange Commission confirm that 44-year-old Andrew Carlssin offered the bizarre
explanation for his uncanny success in the stock market after being led off in handcuffs on January 28.
"We don't believe this guy's story -- he's either a lunatic or a pathological liar," says an SEC insider.
"But the fact is, with an initial investment of only $800, in two weeks' time he had a portfolio valued at over $350 million.
Every trade he made capitalized on unexpected business developments, which simply can't be pure luck.
"The only way he could pull it off is with illegal inside information. He's going to sit in a jail cell on Rikers Island until he
agrees to give up his sources."
The past year of nose-diving stock prices has left most investors crying in their beer. So when Carlssin made a flurry of 126
high-risk trades and came out the winner every time, it raised the eyebrows of Wall Street watchdogs.
"If a company's stock rose due to a merger or technological breakthrough that was supposed to be secret, Mr. Carlssin
somehow knew about it in advance," says the SEC source close to the hush-hush, ongoing investigation.
When investigators hauled Carlssin in for questioning, they got more than they bargained for: A mind-boggling four-hour
confession.
Carlssin declared that he had traveled back in time from over 200 years in the future, when it is common knowledge that
our era experienced one of the worst stock plunges in history. Yet anyone armed with knowledge of the handful of stocks
destined to go through the roof could make a fortune.
"It was just too tempting to resist," Carlssin allegedly said in his videotaped confession. "I had planned to make it look
natural, you know, lose a little here and there so it doesn't look too perfect. But I just got caught in the moment."
In a bid for leniency, Carlssin has reportedly offered to divulge "historical facts" such as the whereabouts of Osama Bin
Laden and a cure for AIDS.
All he wants is to be allowed to return to the future in his "time craft."
However, he refuses to reveal the location of the machine or discuss how it works, supposedly out of fear the technology
could "fall into the wrong hands."
Officials are quite confident the "time-traveler's" claims are bogus. Yet the SEC source admits, "No one can find any record
of any Andrew Carlssin existing anywhere before December 2002."
Weekly World News will continue to follow this story as it unfolds. Keep watching for further developments.
SKY HIGH NONSENSE
If Airlines Sold Paint
Customer: Hi. How much is your paint?
Clerk: Well, sir, that all depends on quite a lot of
things.
Customer: Can you give me a guess? Is there an
average price?
Clerk: Our lowest price is £12 a gallon, and we have
60 different prices up to £200 a gallon.
Customer: What's the difference in the paint?
Clerk: Oh, there isn't any difference; it's all the same
paint.
Customer: Well, then I'd like some of that £12 paint.
Clerk: When do you intend to use the paint?
Customer: I want to paint tomorrow. It's my day off.
Clerk: Sir, the paint for tomorrow is the £200 paint.
Customer: When would I have to paint to get the £12
paint?
Clerk: You would have to start very late at night in
about 3 weeks. But you will have to agree to start
painting before Friday of that week and continue
painting until at least Sunday.
Customer: You've got to be kidding!
Clerk: I'll check and see if we have any paint available.
Customer: You have shelves FULL of paint! I can see it!
Clerk: But it doesn't mean that we have paint available. We sell only a certain number of gallons on any given weekend.
Oh, and by the way, the price per gallon just went to £16. We don't have any more £12 paint.
Customer: The price went up as we were talking?
Clerk: Yes, sir. We change the prices and rules hundreds of times a day, and since you haven't actually walked out of the
store with your paint yet, we just decided to change. I suggest you purchase your paint as soon as possible. How many
gallons do you want?
Customer: Well, maybe five gallons. Make that six, so I'll have enough.
Clerk: Oh no, sir, you can't do that. If you buy paint and don't use it, there are penalties and possible confiscation of the
paint you already have.
Customer: WHAT?
Clerk: We can sell enough paint to do your kitchen, bathroom, hall and north bedroom, but if you stop painting before you
do the bed-room, you will lose your remaining gallons of paint.
Customer: What does it matter whether I use all the paint? I already paid you for it!
Clerk: We make plans based upon the idea that all our paint is used, every drop. If you don't, it causes us all sorts of
problems.
Customer: This is crazy!! I suppose something terrible happens if I don't keep painting until after Saturday night!
Clerk: Oh yes! Every gallon you bought automatically becomes the £200 paint.
Customer: But what are all these "Paint on sale from £10 a liter" signs?
Clerk: Well that's for our budget paint. It only comes in half-gallons. One £5 half-gallon will do half a room. The second
half-gallon to complete the room is £20. None of the cans have labels, some are empty and there are no refunds, even on
the empty cans.
Customer: To hell with this! I'll buy what I need somewhere else!
Clerk: I don't think so, sir. You may be able to buy paint for your bathroom and bedrooms, and your kitchen and dining
room from someone else, but you won't be able to paint your connecting hall and stairway from anyone but us. And I
should point out sir, that if you paint in only one direction, it will be £300 a gallon.
Customer: I thought your most expensive paint was £200!
Clerk: That's if you paint around the room to the point at which you started. A hallway is different.
Customer: And if I buy £200 paint for the hall, but only paint in one direction, you'll confiscate the remaining paint.
Clerk: No, we'll charge you an extra use fee plus the difference on your next gallon of paint. But I believe you're getting it
now, sir.
Customer: You're insane!
Clerk: Thanks for painting with Delta (or American or United or Continental or Whoever )
Why we should feel sorry for tech support people:
A woman called the Canon help desk with a problem with her
printer. The tech asked her if she was "running it under
Windows." The woman then responded, "No, my desk is next to
the door. But that is a good point. The man sitting in the cubicle
next to me is under a window, and his is working fine."
Tech Support: "OK Bob, let's press the control and escape keys
at the same time. That brings up a task list in the middle of the
screen. Now type the letter 'P' to bring up the Program
Manager."
Customer: "I don't have a 'P'."
TS: "On your keyboard, Bob."
C: "What do you mean?"
TS: "'P' on your keyboard, Bob."
C: "I'm not going to do that!"
Young Judy, the editor of a trivia publication, was having
trouble with her computer. So she called John, the computer
guy, over to her desk. John clicked a few buttons and solved
the problem. As he was walking away, Judy called after him,
"So, what was wrong?"
And he replied, "It was an ID ten T error."
A puzzled expression ran riot over Judy's face. "An ID ten T
error? What's that ... in case I need to fix it again??"
He gave her a grin... ... "Haven't you ever heard of an ID ten T
error before?"
"No," replied Judy.
"Write it down," he said, "and I think you'll figure it out."
(She wrote...) I D 1 0 T
Overheard in a computer shop:
Customer: "I'd like a mouse mat, please."
Salesperson: "Certainly sir, we've got a large variety."
C: "But will they be compatible with my computer?"
I once received a fax with a note on the bottom to fax the
document back to the sender when I was finished with it,
because he needed to keep it.
Customer: "Can you copy the Internet for me on this diskette?"
I work for a local ISP. Frequently we receive phone calls that
start something like this: Customer: "Hi. Is this the Internet?"
Some people pay for their online services with checks made
payable to "The Internet."
Customer: "So that'll get me connected to the Internet, right?"
Tech Support: "Yeah."
C: "And that's the latest version of the Internet, right?"
TS: "Uhh...uh...uh...yeah."
Tech Support: "All right double-click on the File Manager icon."
Customer: "That's why I hate this Windows -- because of the
icons -- I'm a Protestant, and I don't believe in icons."
TS: "Well, that's just an industry term sir. I don't believe it was
meant to --"
C: "I don't care about any 'Industry Terms'. I don't believe in
icons."
TS: "Well...why don't you click on the 'little picture' of a file
cabinet...is 'little picture' OK?" [click]
Customer: "My computer crashed!"
Tech Support: "It crashed?"
C: "Yeah, it won't let me play my game."
TS: "All right, hit Control-Alt-Delete to reboot."
C: "No, it didn't crash -- it crashed."
TS: "Huh?"
C: "I crashed my game. That's what I said before. I crashed my
spaceship and now it doesn't work."
TS: "Click on 'File,' then 'New Game.'"
C: [pause] "Wow! How'd you learn how to do that?"
You know it's time to reassess your relationship with your
computer when....
1. You wake up at 4 o'clock in the morning to go to the
bathroom and stop to check your email on the way back to bed.
2. You turn off your computer and get an awful empty feeling,
as if you just pulled the plug on a loved one.
3. You decide to stay in college for an additional year or two,
just for the free Internet access.
4. You laugh at people with 28.8 modems.
5. You start using smileys :-) in your snail mail.
6. You find yourself typing "com" after every period when using
a word processor.com
7. You can't correspond with your mother because she doesn't
have a computer.
8. Your email box shows "no new messages" and you feel really
depressed.
9. You don't know the gender of your three closest friends
because they have nondescript screen name and you never
bothered to ask.
10.You move into a new house and you decide to Netscape
before you landscape.
11. Your family always knows where you are.
12. In real life conversations, you don't laugh, you just say
"LOL, LOL."
13. After reading this message, you immediately forward it to
a friend!
Essential additions for the workplace vocabulary:
404 – Someone who's clueless. From the World Wide Web
error message "404 Not Found," meaning that the requested
document could not be located. "Don't bother asking him . . .
he's 404, man."
ADMINISPHERE - The rarefied organisational layers beginning
just above the rank and file. Decisions that fall from the
adminisphere are often profoundly inappropriate or irrelevant
to the problems they were designed to solve.
ALPHA GEEK - The most knowledgeable, technically proficient
person in an office or work group.
ASSMOSIS - The process by which some people seem to
absorb success and advancement by kissing up to the boss
rather than working hard.
BLAMESTORMING - Sitting around in a group, discussing why a
deadline was missed or a project failed, and who was
responsible.
CHAINSAW CONSULTANT - An outside expert brought in to
reduce the employee headcount, leaving the top brass with
clean hands.
CHIPS & SALSA – Chips = hardware, Salsa = software. "Well,
first we gotta figure out if the problem's in your chips or your
salsa.
CLM - Career Limiting Move - Used among microserfs to
describe ill-advised activity. Trashing your boss while he or she
is within earshot is a serious CLM.
CUBE FARM - An office filled with cubicles.
DILBERTED - To be exploited and oppressed by your boss.
Derived from the experiences of Dilbert, the geek-in-hell comic
strip character. "I've been dilberted again. The old man revised
the specs for the fourth time this week."
FLIGHT RISK - Used to describe employees who are suspected
of planning to leave a company or department soon.
GENERICA - Features of the American landscape that are
exactly the same no matter where one is, such as fast food
joints, strip malls, subdivisions. Used as in "We were so lost in
generica that I forgot what city we were in."
GOING POSTAL - Euphemism for being totally stressed out,
for losing it. Makes reference to the unfortunate track record
of postal employees who have snapped and gone on shooting
rampages.
GOOD JOB - A "Get-Out-Of-Debt" Job. A well-paying job
people take in order to pay off their debts, one that they will
quit as soon as they are solvent again.
IDEA HAMSTERS - People who always seem to have their idea
generators running.
IRRITAINMENT - Entertainment and media spectacles that
are annoying but you find your-self unable to stop watching
them. The O.J. trials were a prime example. Bill Clinton's
shameful video Grand Jury testimony is another.
MOUSE POTATO - The on-line, wired generation's answer to
the couch potato.
OHNOSECOND - That minuscule fraction of time in which you
realise that you've just made a BIG mistake.
PERCUSSIVE MAINTENANCE - The fine art of whacking the
heck out of an electronic device to get it to work again.
PRAIRIE DOGGING - When someone yells or drops something
loudly in a cube farm, and people's heads pop up over the walls
to see what's going on.
SALMON DAY - The experience of spending an entire day
swimming upstream only to get skrewed and die in the end.
SEAGULL MANAGER - A manager who flies in, makes a lot of
noise, cr@ps on everything, and then leaves.
SITCOMs - (Single Income, Two Children, Oppressive
Mortgage) What yuppies turn into when they have children and
one of them stops working to stay home with the kids.
SQUIRT THE BIRD - To transmit a signal to a satellite.
STARTER MARRIAGE - A short-lived first marriage that ends
in divorce with no kids, no property and no regrets.
STRESS PUPPY - A person who seems to thrive on being
stressed out and whiny.
SWIPED OUT - An ATM or credit card that has been rendered
useless because the magnetic strip is worn away from extensive
use.
TOURISTS - People who take training classes just to get a
vacation from their jobs. "We had three serious students in the
class; the rest were just tourists.
TREEWARE - Hacker slang for documentation or other printed
material.
UMFRIEND - A s*xual relation of dubious standing or a
concealed intimate relationship, as in "This is Dylan, my ... um ...
friend."
UNINSTALLED - Euphemism for being fired. Heard on the
voice-mail of a vice-president at a downsizing computer firm:
"You have reached the number of an Uninstalled Vice President.
Please dial our main number and ask the operator for
assistance. (Syn: decruitment.)
VULCAN NERVE PINCH - The taxing hand position required to
reach all the appropriate keys for certain commands. For
instance, the arm re-boot for a Mac II computer involves
simultaneously pressing the Control key, the Command Key, the
Return Key, and the Power On key.
WOOFYS - Well Off Older Folks.
XEROX SUBSIDY - Euphemism for swiping free photocopies
from one's workplace.
YUPPIE FOOD STAMPS - The ubiquitous $20 bills spewed out
of ATMs everywhere. Often used when trying to split the bill
after a meal, "We each owe $8,but all anybody's got are yuppie
food stamps."
Modena, Italy:
The Ferrari F1 Team fired their entire Pit-Crew yesterday. The announcement was followed by Ferrari's decision to take
advantage of the British Government's "Work For the Dole" Scheme and hire unemployed youths from Merseyside.
The decision to hire them was brought on by a recent documentary on how unemployed youths in Liverpool were able to remove a
set of car wheels in less than 6 seconds without proper equipment, whereas Ferrari's existing crew can only do it in 8 seconds.
This was thought to be an excellent yet bold move by Ferrari Management, as most races are won & lost in the pits, Ferrari would
have an advantage over every team. However Ferrari expectations were easily exceeded, as during the Crew's first practice
session not only were "da Boyz from Bootle" able to change the tyres in under 6 seconds, but within 12 seconds they had
resprayed, rebadged, and had sold the vehicle over to the McLaren Team for four dozen Carlsberg Export six packs and a gram
of coke.
Once upon a time, allegedly, in a nice little forest, there lived an orphaned bunny and an orphaned snake. By a surprising
coincidence, both were blind from birth.
One day, the bunny was hopping through the forest, and the snake was slithering through the forest, when the bunny tripped
over the snake and fell down.
This, of course, knocked the snake about quite a bit. "Oh, my," said the bunny, "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you.
I've been blind since birth, so, I can't see where I'm going. In fact, since I'm also an orphan, I don't even know what I am"
"It's quite OK," replied the snake. "Actually, my story is much the same as yours. I, too, have been blind since birth, and also
never knew my mother. Tell you what, maybe I could slither all over you, and work out what you are, so at least you'll have that
going for you.
"Oh, that would be wonderful" replied the bunny. So the snake slithered all over the bunny, and said, "Well, you're covered with
soft fur; you have really long ears; your nose twitches; and you have a soft cottony tail. I'd say that you must be a bunny."
"Oh, thank you! Thank you," cried the bunny, in obvious excitement. The bunny suggested to the snake, "Maybe I could feel you
all over with my paw, and help you the same way that you've helped me."
So the bunny felt the snake all over, and remarked, "Well, you've got scaly skin, no hair, no eyebrows, no nose, no lips,
mmmmmmm, you must be Niki Lauda! “
Alternative ending:
Hmm, no teeth, no backbone, and nothing sticks to you – you must be in management!
FATHER JOSEPH
FATHER JOSEPH
Out in deepest darkest Africa Father Joseph was going about his business, educating the natives
and looking after their well being.
One day the chief’s wife gave birth to a child, her 11th. To his shock Father Joseph, who was
present outside the birth hut in case of complications was first to see the baby and found that it
was white! This was indeed bad news as the medicine man had now a bad sign brought by the
tribes own gods to show of their anger at the presence of this representative of a new religion.
The chief was away on a hunting expedition and wouldn’t be back for a while so the Father had
an idea. Knowing the goats in the next village were black goats he quickly went over there and
brought back a couple of kids, also just a few days old. He ensured they were accepted by his
own villages white goatherd, and then in case his plan failed quickly set about preparing for a
rapid escape from the chiefs anger.
Sure enough, a few days later, the chief returned from the hunt and was immediately cross to
discover his new child was unlike the rest. The medicine man went true to form and told him this
was a sign from the gods. Bad luck was to befall the tribe unless the priest was disposed of, with
his news of a new supreme god.
The chief grabbed his wife and quickly ran over to the Father, “Hey! Father Joseph…” he called,
“I very upset. I already have 10 children. All black. Now 11th baby borne and is white!”
As the father started to stutter he continued, “You are only white man in 200 kilometres! You
explain to me! Now Father Joseph – tell me what this means!”
Quickly putting his plan in place the Father replied “Eeehm… no hasty conclusions, Nature is
unfathomable!”
He led the Chief to the herd and explained “See. All the goats are white. Only God knows why
sometimes a black goat is born!”
The chief looked annoyed but listened on as the Father gradually walking back towards his hut
to make good his escape in case of failure. “These are the secrets of nature. You have to accept
them without understanding them!”
Preparing for the worst the Father was surprised as the chief laid a hand on his shoulder, “I
understand, Father Joseph…, nature very complicated.”
“You may carry on living here safe as my guest.”
“One condition,” the chief whispered, “I say nothing about white baby, and you say nothing
about black goat, okay?”